Claimed by My First Love's Brother (by Evergreen) novel Chapter 52

Chapter 52

Just as I was thinking this. Reynaldo stood up and looked down at me coldly, saying. “You’ve been neglecting the injury on your foot all this time. Are you intentionally trying to make me worry?”

I:

Indeed. I really couldn’t have any illusions about this man.

He coldly said. “I advise you to give up hope. Even if your feet are truly crippled. I won’t feel a shred of pity for you. On the other hand, if you do become disabled, it will be you who suffers the most.”

Honestly, this man did not speak nicely at all.

I was so angry with him that I couldn’t say a word.

He glanced at me and then went to rummage through the cabinet, not knowing what he was looking for.

I also didn’t bother to pay attention to him, I just wanted to go to the kitchen now and prepare something to eat.

I didn’t eat anything all day, and I was so hungry that my front chest almost stuck to my back.

I turned my head and glanced at Reynaldo, and found that he had gone upstairs again.

As his figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs, I gritted my teeth and walked towards the kitchen, enduring the pain in my feet.

I had to quickly get some food. After eating, I could take a shower and then study the project materials that the CEO had given me.

Finally, I arrived in the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to take a look Surprisingly, there were quite a few ingredients inside, and they all looked very fresh.

I think these ingredients were all bought by Madisyn today, but little did I know that Reynaldo suddenly gave them a day off.

I don’t know what Reynaldo wanted to do. Everything was fine, and it wasn’t even a holiday. Why did he suddenly give the household staff a day off?

Puzzled in my mind, I rummaged through the ingredients, looking for something that was both convenient and easy to cook.

“What were you doing?”

Suddenly, a cold shout came from the door.

I was startled and then I saw Reynaldo standing at the doorway of the kitchen, holding something that looked like a medicine bottle in his hand, staring at me with a gloomy expression.

I stood at the door of the refrigerator, at a loss, not knowing why he was angry again.

He walked over quickly and without hesitation, he picked me up and walked outside.

“Your feet were so swollen, yet you kept running around. Did you really want to become disabled?”

I stared at the swollen ankle that looked like a steamed bun and muttered. “I haven’t eaten for a day, how can I not be hungry?”

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